RONNIE'S P.O.V.

Well, that was unexpected. I didn't think that Harry would be here. Harry and Louis, actually.

It's funny how we both came with our best friends. Is this simply a coincidence? Or is it what they call 'fate'?

No, Ronnie. You're not gonna start believing in fate now. That's stupid of you.

"Ahem.", somebody fake-coughed, and I just smiled. Ah, these annoying twins that I still love.

"Seems like someone is daydreaming. Right, Yvonne?", Christy asked, and Yvonne tried holding back a laugh.

"Haha, very funny, guys. You do know that I am right here, yeah?", I said, smacking Christy on the arm.

"Hey! No need for violence!", she pouted, to which I just stuck my tongue out to.

"No, seriously, Ronnie. Do you like Harry? We won't be mad.", Yvonne asked, and I could tell she was sincere.

I sighed. "I, I don't know. He just started becoming this whole new person two weeks ago. He started taking me out, though I wouldn't classify them as dates 'cause he didn't even say so.", I said.

"Oh, honey. So you're conflicted at whether he likes you or not so you can make a decision?", they asked and I nodded. They were right.

I think I'm starting to like him, and I don't want to deny it anymore.

The rest of the wait was filled with either one of the twins cracking jokes, the other and I scoffing and complaining how bad it is.

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"Bye, Ronnie! Had fun tonight!", they called out after dropping me home. Such sweet girls.

"Yeah, me too. Bye!", I waved them goodbye. I headed inside, yet surprised that Dad was already there. He usually shows up at around 8:30.

"Hey, Dad. How's work?", I asked casually. He was frowning at me. What did I do wrong?

"Um, Dad? What's the matter-"

"You tell me what's wrong, Veronica! You always come home late. And no, don't think that just because I come home later than you I don't know.", he said, arms crossed.

I could feel my blood start to boil. How could he talk to me like that? He's not even my real father!

You dummy, he doesn't know that.

And that makes it worse.

"But, Dad, I always ask you first before I leave and I'm always with my best friends. What more can you ask for? Or am I just too irresponsible in your eyes?", I snapped and instantly felt bad.

I don't usually talk back to my parents like this. And I've never talked to Mr. Styles this way before.

What's happening?

"Just- just go to your room, Ronnie. We'll just talk some other time.", he sighed and went to his room.

"Dad-", his bedroom door shutting cut me off. I sighed as well and went up to my room. I took off my clothes and changed into some PJ'S. Then landed carelessly on my bed.

Every time I get into an argument with someone, I always feel bad, no matter who started it. I guess I'm just not used to being in fights.

Wait a second.

Flashback

"What was that on there? Are you the one engaging a fight now, Styles?"

*end of flashback*

Harry knew I wasn't one for fights. He knew this ever since we were best friends back in middle school. Heck, he practically knew almost everything about me. Almost.

So how come he knew that part about me? Could the curse really be starting to fade?

Or is there more to it than meets the eye?

A/N: Uh-oh. Someone's gonna find out. Well, y'all are gonna find out what's gonna happen next. And no clues, because that's how evil I am, mwahahaha! Anyhoo, hope everything's going alright, you guys! See ya, mangoes! :-)